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Sunday, 17 January 2021

The Town Crier

It was supposed to be a secret,
A #reflection of the past.
Lived with the devil,
Word mirrored in reverse,
The Town Crier screaming the secret while ringing a bell with pride,
The #orator of my heartbreak,
Taking #credit for himself,
The #root of all evil spoken in words,
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